if love is invisible

"Honey, don't make trouble."

Han Fei was helpless: "Han Zixin's child, there is another one outside. He was in a car accident, and he is gone, and the child's mother also fainted. It was too late and there was no time to settle it, so I brought him back first."

"Don't worry, I'm not the holy father. I haven't forgotten what happened in the past. In just a few days, after finishing his funeral, I'll send him back." Han Feishen knew Chen Mian's worry.

Chen Mian nodded, went to make food for the two children, and put them to sleep. Chen Mian urged Han Feichen to take a shower. Han Feichen came out after taking a shower, and Han Xiaochen also came back. They smoked cigarettes for half the night, and only went back to their rooms when it was almost dawn.

The next morning, Han Baoer woke up early, planning to unwrap birthday presents, when she walked out of the room and suddenly found a child she had never seen before. She was curious and walked over to ask, "Who are you?"

After walking over, she found that there was another child behind the child. Han Baoer was even more surprised, and turned her head to ask the one behind: "Who are you? Put on your shoes quickly!"

"My name is Han Shaorong, his name is Han Shaowei, and my father's name is Han Zixin." Han Shaorong looked at Baoer warily, "Who are you?"

Dress so beautifully, like a princess.

"My name is Han Baoer, and my father's name is Han Feichen. I have two younger brothers who look exactly the same..."

As soon as Han Feishen woke up, he heard Han Baoer's crisp voice. He listened for a while before remembering that he brought Han Zixin's two sons back last night, so he got up quickly.

As soon as he appeared, Han Baoer smiled sweetly at him: "Father!"

Han Shaowei also called out: "Dad!"

Han Baoer paused for a second, then squatted down to reason with Han Shaowei: "Shaowei, he is my father, not your father."

Han Shaowei stretched out his hand for a hug: "Dad!"

Han Baoer frowned, in a bad mood: "He is my father, not your father."

"father!"

"my dad!"

"my dad!"

Han Baoer became angry: "I said he was my father! Not your father!"

Han Shaowei pursed his lips and cried: "My father! My father woo woo woo..."

Han Shaorong hugged his head: "Shaowei, he is the second uncle, not the father."

"Dad, Dad! Dad!" Han Shaowei refused to listen, crying sadly.

Han Baoer got angry and put her hands on her hips: "My father! Don't call my father your father! Otherwise I will beat you!"

"Dad woo woo woo..."

Han Baoer couldn't bear it anymore, pushed Han Shaowei hard, and pushed the two Han Shaowei brothers down together, and put his hands on his hips fiercely: "Han Shaorong Han Shaowei, listen carefully, this is my father, and it's none of your business! Let me hear you yelling about Dad, I hit you! I hit you hard! I hit you until you cry!"

Han Shaowei cried even louder, Han Shaorong comforted him for a while before he calmed down.

Han Shaorong was a little angry: "My younger brother is still young, so I can't tell who is my father. You are already an older child, why do you still care about a child?"

"Your brother is a child, are you still a child? Is it polite for you to let your brother call someone else's father in someone else's house? Are you worthy of your own father?! Also, you are still arguing with me!"

"This is my house! You are arguing with me! Do you have any conscience?" Han Baoer was furious, but she didn't usually quarrel, and she was very childish, cursing like a baby, "You are too much! I don't want to talk to you Play together! I told my four younger brothers and one younger sister not to play with you!"

Han Shaorong snorted and said, "If you don't play, you don't play. My brother and I will play together! We won't play with you either!"

"Then you go! I don't want to see you!" Han Baoer yelled, looked at their clothes, and exploded again, "Han Shaorong, are you wearing my clothes?! Han Shaowei, you are wearing my brother Ah Chen's clothes!"

The little girl was so angry that she burst into tears and rushed towards Han Feichen: "Dad, he wears my clothes! He wears my clothes without my permission. Dad, he is a thief! Let's call the police and arrest him!"

Han Shaorong was frightened, and quickly took off his clothes: "I don't want to wear your clothes! Give it back to you! Give it back to you!"

"I don't want it! I don't want it if you pass through it..."

Han Feishen originally didn't intend to intervene in the small fights among the children, but Han Baoer reacted so violently and cried so sadly, he immediately picked her up and looked at Han Shaorong: "Put on your clothes and help my brother put on his shoes , will you brush your teeth by yourself?"

Han Shaorong nodded: "Yes."

"Well, come out and look for me after brushing your teeth and washing your face." After Han Feishen finished speaking, he took Han Baoer to the living room. From the corner of his eye, he saw Han Shaorong's little brothers entered the bedroom, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He softly comforted his little princess, and waited for her to calm down before explaining the situation to her: "Bao'er, Shaorong and Shaowei, like Ah Lin, are also your younger brothers."

Han Baoer tilted her head, full of doubts: "But Dad, if they are also my younger brothers, why have I never seen them? They don't live in our house either! Mom said that the whole family should live together!"

The family struggle was too complicated to explain to the little girl. Han Feichen tried to simplify it as much as possible: "Father, your uncle, and their father have lived here together since then, but later their father and grandfather committed a crime and were punished by you." His grandpa kicked him out, but it's all the adults' fault, it has nothing to do with the children."

"Their father passed away in a car accident last night, and their mother passed out in the hospital again. Dad brought them back first. Dad looks a bit like their father, so the little brother will admit his mistake."

Han Baoer seemed to understand: "Then they have their own father, but the little brother is too young, so they misunderstood you, right?"

"Right, that is it."

Han Baoer understood: "Dad, I know, I will apologize to my little brother later! And I have a lot of new clothes, if my brother likes it, Baoer can wear them for them!"

Han Fei smiled deeply.

His baby is principled, bottom-line, and kind. She is really the best gift God gave to their husband and wife.

Han Shaorong took care of himself and his younger brother, and came to the living room anxiously. He thought he would be scolded. After all, the second uncle looked fierce, much fiercer than his father, but very gentle, a hundred times gentler than his father. But he didn't know why he was wearing Han Baoer's clothes.

He doesn't want to wear girls' clothes.

He handed over the clothes: "Your clothes are not dirty, I will return them to you!"

Han Baoer, who was invincible just a few minutes ago, bowed to him: "I'm sorry, two brothers, I didn't know you were my younger brothers. I was too aggressive just now, so please forget about it, okay? Ah Lin, Ah Chen, and I Jin has a lot of new clothes, shall I take you to pick them out?"

Han Shaorong was a little scared, always thinking that this sister who had a good smile would sell them off.

My mother said that people with better smiles are scarier, because they will deceive you without knowing it, and then you will never see your parents. This sister is trying to deceive them with new clothes to sell?
"I don't want new clothes!"

Han Shaorong hugged his younger brother tightly and asked Han Feishen for help: "Second Uncle, I miss my parents, can you take us to find them?"

Han Feishen didn't know how to tell Han Shaorong, who was only five years old, about his father. After thinking about it, he decided to say it straight: "Shaorong, your father has passed away."